They were not modern,
But we made them modern
As per the English and American poets
Of the modern age,
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Where are they, where their books to be found,
On which dusty shelf or rack of the library,
Where those collections of yellow and pale pages,
Where those poets,
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Your God-gifted face,
Golden hair,
Glistening face,
Lustrous eyes,
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Close the eyes and meditate you
By whispering Om slowly,
Om, O…m, Hari Om,
The mind rising in unison with
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A girl who used to study in a labour school
And who used to graze sometimes,
I mean look after her herd,
But used to come up with the wild flowers
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Have you ever thought of the non-resident,
Dwelling in foreign countries,
Foreign, not in India,
Outside India,
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The flowers will burst forth,
The birds will tweet,
The golden rays of the sun will dance,
The moon will shine over,
...
I saw
A girl
Ravishingly beautiful
To capture the photo
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